i didn’t find a watch

-- I didn’t find a watch --


As I combed the beach
(as my fingers glided through the air)
I came across a unique sand castle,
one might even call it a sand estate, 
with so many different shells and stones,
it was like the construction of some barely remembered culture,
right there, smack dab in the middle of nowhere/or nothing/ else.

I marveled at the complexity, 
/eyes treasured the design/
and only briefly did I panic
when the ocean rolled on in,
as omnipotent as Poseidon’s
frothy-muddy-fingertips,
that flowed and swirled 
and washed bit by bit away.

I looked around for the sand architect 
to warn them of their castle’s imminent surrender,
but there was no one to be found,
and other than my footprints, there was no sign at all.

The sea waved back in, then out again, 
and claimed bit by bit; grain by grain.

I shouted for the person I felt must be responsible
…but when no one answered I struggled with questions,
    surely someone must have made this,
    surely such a unique and intriguing sand sculpture 
    couldn’t come from any sort of accident…

I watched the ocean as it raced and tumbled through this incredible sand castle,
and I had to ask, who would create something so special,
knowing it would be destroyed, and washed away, forever?

Or am I wrong to assume for the role of the sand castle creator?
/Perhaps, instead,
 it was the waves of the sea acting like the hands of a sculptor?/

…Now, what is more fantastic? (that which is finite?)

Amazing, how conditions had to be just right at this particular patch of beach,
at this particular time…for this intriguing sand castle to be formed.

I became so deeply enamored by this grand mystery…

…until I realized these contemplations were inconsequential. 
And instead I should be focusing and appreciating
this most amazing and most distinct sand castle,
…because it is important to understand that I may not find another.


-01-10-10-
M. L. Michael 
 

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